Colder Than a Snowman
I live in a wooden house
I cannot turn on the fireplace
’cause I may burn the walls
Winter has already come
and the snow covered my garden
and cold froze the neighbor’s water well
I look through the window
and wait for you to come home
I’m so cold and I can’t feel
the blood in my veins
you know, I’m not one
of those who hate this season
I love the sound of rain on my ceiling
I adore the steam coming out
from my mouth to the glass
then draw weird shapes and smile
I like to wear my pink jacket
and my Hello Kitty hat
That my grandma bought me
then going out to build snowman
like I did last year
well I admit that I’m always the one
who eats his nose
that’s why I told you,
you shouldn't use carrot anymore
it’s our third winter together
but for me it’s the twelfth
’cause during those three years
under the same roof
I knew only one season named cold
all my days were winter
your arms were always frozen
that even when you hold me
I feel like I’m paralyzed
your words are so dry
and your mind is always emptied
you asked me
“Why I like to hug and kiss my snowman? Isn’t too dank?”
ooh baby, i guess you never knew
that you’re colder than a snowman!
I can feel warmth
even if you bury me under the frost
But I’d be cold,
even if you built me a castle in your core
if you wonder why
I’m still living in your frosted palace
you should know that even if
you’re colder than a snowman
your heart is warm by the flame of mine
and if I go,
you’re gonna lose the meaning of your life
even though you will never admit it
when you look into my eyes…
Copyright © Pyg's Whisper | Year Posted 2016
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